Meet Marwood…

Jobbing journeyman magician in present-day London.

He can’t throw fireballs. Doesn’t get around on a broom. He doesn’t have a cool scar on his forehead.

But when he’s not getting hassle from master alchemists and artificers or drowning his sorrows as a result, you might just find him doing what he can to sort out the crap overlooked by the big city’s Worshipful Company of Magicians.

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